I Can See Your Dirtypillows.

It's Hard For Me To Believe That People Who Read Very Little (or Not At All In Some Cases) Should Presume To Write And Expect People To Like What They Have Written.

You Have To Go Where The Book Leads You.

Terror. When You Come Home And Notice Everything You Own Has Been Taken Away And Replaced By An Exact Substitute. It’s When The Lights Go Out And You Feel Something Behind You-you Hear It-you Feel Its Breath Against Your Ear, But When You Turn Around There’s Nothing There.

It's Only A Little Secret, But Having A Secret Makes Me Feel Better. Like A Human Being Again.

I Don't Have Nightmares; I Give Them All To You.